Travel - Destinations
By David Hoban, Special to SantaCruzWire.com
CINQUE TERRE, ITALY (August 2010) - First the tinkling of bells. Then the clatter of hooves. Around the bend comes a herd of goats, fifty strong. Behind and in front two dogs. Behind the mass, Sergio in his jeep.
I stand aside as they come to the bivio, the junction of three roads at the passo, overlooking the sea on one side and on the other, a blue-green vista of mountain chains blending with clouds in the distance. Sergio tells me from the jeep that he’s going to milk the goats. Where’s the barn I think, the stalls?
Ride -- and eat! -- like a cowboy at North Fork Ranch in Shawnee, Colorado. Tara Leonard © santacruzwire.com
Written by Tara Leonard
SHAWNEE, COLORADO (August, 2009) -- “Did I ever tell you about the time I was stalked by wolves?” Trevor asked, his eyes twinkling beneath a well-worn black cowboy hat. One hand on the reins, he twisted in the saddle to survey his audience and launched into an outrageous tale of Wild West adventure. I was so distracted by the gorgeous, fluttering aspens and clear blue mountain sky that I missed some salient details, but trotted my horse up closer just in time to hear, “You always shoot between the eyes, but these were two wolves and they each had one eye closed to trick me!”
Welcome to North Fork Ranch where the entertaining wranglers are just one of many unexpected pleasures. (North Fork Ranch lesson #1: How do you know when a wrangler is lying? His mouth is moving.)
By Peggy Townsend
KETCHUM, IDAHO (Feb. 2009) “You want to see something creepy?” asked bartender Helen Yang.
I had come to the smoky, low-ceilinged Casino Bar in Ketchum in search of writer Ernest Hemingway’s favorite drinking spot. But Yang, a snowboarder who arrived in this town looking for powder and stayed for 13 years, didn’t know much about the seat Hemingway reportedly favored and the offer to see something weird was more than I could refuse.
“This way,” said Yang, as she headed past two pool tables to a side door in the bar. Her voice had a husky, Lauren Bacall quality to it. She wore a short denim skirt and Ugg boots.
I followed Yang up a set of rough wooden stairs, through a locked door and into a hallway whose floor sloped like one of the ski runs on Bald Mountain a few blocks away. The wood groaned and cracked under my feet.
A towering Sasquatch is carved from a single redwood trunk at Willow Creek Museum, Humboldt County. © santacruzwire.com
Written by Tara Leonard